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“What was that out there!” An angry female voice was rising above the rest in the mess hall.
“What do you mean..” a male voice responded.
“You know damn well what I mean! You breached the attack plan to go off on your own! If you would have died out flank would have been completely open! We-“
“ha!” The voice retorted. “”If” I had died. I see that I’m still standing and the enemy isn’t. You and everyone else all camehad been waiting outside the mess to discuss business with Irvard.. but it seemed young warriors would be young warriors. He would understand. She shoved open the doors of the mess hall.
The chatter dieing immeadietly as everyone there rose to attention. All except the brawlers who were still at each others throats and unaware she had entered.
“So. This is what my soldiers do when faced with a dispute.” She said. Her voice a cold blade cutting through the butter of their brawl as the rolling young warriors finally came to a stop at her feet.
Both freezing at the realization of how deeply into horse dung they had just dove head first into. Breaking apart and both hastily hoping to attention. “Sorry ma’am. But he-“ “apologies captain but she-“ they both began at once glaring daggers at each other.
Maxine coughed drawing their eyes in unison.
“In days past a brawl with a brother or sister in the mess would cost you a nose And a fine of the next contracts share.” She said coldly.
“But that was days past. So I will let you choose. A finger or an ear. Either along with the fine.” She spat out. The chill in her words cooling the room. Both warriors nodded and leaned forward. “Oh?” Maxine said seemingly surprised by the action. “Am I to do it?” She said with a slight sinister undertone to the mock surprise. “Your both so eager to spill the blood of your brothers and sisters. Spill your own.” She said handing them each a knife....
“No one is leaving until I have a finger or an ear in my hand.” She said through grit teeth.
Abandoning the almost pleasant charade her mock surprise had begun to support.
Soon the doors to the mess hall creeped open. The rank and file filtered out.
Finally only the three remained.
“Your punishment has been administered. You bear no marks against you. You are brothers and sisters of the steel. We are blood. No more of this fighting.” She said her eyes softening now that there wasn’t a rabble of underlings to put on a show for. The pain in the eyes of both her soldiers only further warmed her icy heart.
“To be clear you were both punished for fighting. In the mess hall during eating hours in the presence of an officer. If you have disputes our sparring rings are more than ample to accommodate your vengeful impulses. Am I clear?” She asked. Her tone remaining warm but a slight edge to the end. She didn’t not want to have a conversation like this again.
They both nodded in silent unison.
The woman clutching her hand and the man clutching a bandaged ear.
“Good..Now be off to your bunks..Dissmissed.” She said with a dismissive wave. Watching them hurry off as she finally sat down.
Her usual neat appearance was slightly..Off..Her usual neat pony tail was coming undone, and her neat gown seemed a bit less clean than “perfect.” Something was troubling her. She pulled on her glasses to look at a message sent to her by a guild chapter in the south.
More recruitment problems..bandit raids..contracts both completed and yet to be. She missed the days of adventure and battle. Now she understood why all the higher ups had always been so hateful. She hated being stuck in this guild hall..Her train of thought derailed at the sound of footsteps. Heavy foot steps.
“Ah..Old friend. Bringing me good news from our brothers in the north I hope?” She asked. Pulling herself from her own depression and plastering on a pleasant face. Of course he wouldn’t have good news. No good news came from dealing with their brothers and sisters to the north.
She straightened her hair
He was a dear friend, but still a subordinate. It would not do to look as tired or down trodden as she felt in front of him. Besides..while she wanted to be able to tell him he could rest..She had another task to ask of him.
She had been waiting for a job for a particular soldier and one had finally come to her attention that would fit perfectly and she would need his help.
“What do you mean..” a male voice responded.
“You know damn well what I mean! You breached the attack plan to go off on your own! If you would have died out flank would have been completely open! We-“
“ha!” The voice retorted. “”If” I had died. I see that I’m still standing and the enemy isn’t. You and everyone else all camehad been waiting outside the mess to discuss business with Irvard.. but it seemed young warriors would be young warriors. He would understand. She shoved open the doors of the mess hall.
The chatter dieing immeadietly as everyone there rose to attention. All except the brawlers who were still at each others throats and unaware she had entered.
“So. This is what my soldiers do when faced with a dispute.” She said. Her voice a cold blade cutting through the butter of their brawl as the rolling young warriors finally came to a stop at her feet.
Both freezing at the realization of how deeply into horse dung they had just dove head first into. Breaking apart and both hastily hoping to attention. “Sorry ma’am. But he-“ “apologies captain but she-“ they both began at once glaring daggers at each other.
Maxine coughed drawing their eyes in unison.
“In days past a brawl with a brother or sister in the mess would cost you a nose And a fine of the next contracts share.” She said coldly.
“But that was days past. So I will let you choose. A finger or an ear. Either along with the fine.” She spat out. The chill in her words cooling the room. Both warriors nodded and leaned forward. “Oh?” Maxine said seemingly surprised by the action. “Am I to do it?” She said with a slight sinister undertone to the mock surprise. “Your both so eager to spill the blood of your brothers and sisters. Spill your own.” She said handing them each a knife....
“No one is leaving until I have a finger or an ear in my hand.” She said through grit teeth.
Abandoning the almost pleasant charade her mock surprise had begun to support.
Soon the doors to the mess hall creeped open. The rank and file filtered out.
Finally only the three remained.
“Your punishment has been administered. You bear no marks against you. You are brothers and sisters of the steel. We are blood. No more of this fighting.” She said her eyes softening now that there wasn’t a rabble of underlings to put on a show for. The pain in the eyes of both her soldiers only further warmed her icy heart.
“To be clear you were both punished for fighting. In the mess hall during eating hours in the presence of an officer. If you have disputes our sparring rings are more than ample to accommodate your vengeful impulses. Am I clear?” She asked. Her tone remaining warm but a slight edge to the end. She didn’t not want to have a conversation like this again.
They both nodded in silent unison.
The woman clutching her hand and the man clutching a bandaged ear.
“Good..Now be off to your bunks..Dissmissed.” She said with a dismissive wave. Watching them hurry off as she finally sat down.
Her usual neat appearance was slightly..Off..Her usual neat pony tail was coming undone, and her neat gown seemed a bit less clean than “perfect.” Something was troubling her. She pulled on her glasses to look at a message sent to her by a guild chapter in the south.
More recruitment problems..bandit raids..contracts both completed and yet to be. She missed the days of adventure and battle. Now she understood why all the higher ups had always been so hateful. She hated being stuck in this guild hall..Her train of thought derailed at the sound of footsteps. Heavy foot steps.
“Ah..Old friend. Bringing me good news from our brothers in the north I hope?” She asked. Pulling herself from her own depression and plastering on a pleasant face. Of course he wouldn’t have good news. No good news came from dealing with their brothers and sisters to the north.
She straightened her hair
He was a dear friend, but still a subordinate. It would not do to look as tired or down trodden as she felt in front of him. Besides..while she wanted to be able to tell him he could rest..She had another task to ask of him.
She had been waiting for a job for a particular soldier and one had finally come to her attention that would fit perfectly and she would need his help.